feisty personality perfectly. Sadly, she had no way of knowing she’d just been captured by the devil himself, a beast who took what he wanted without question.
The feel of her was breathtaking, her body wiggling against mine. Even the spunk she’d used inside the confines of the bar had excited the hell out of me. She’d managed to do what few other men had ever contemplated for fear of my wrath, yanking my arousal into a heightened state. She was a wildcat, the fire within her very being unstoppable.
Just like I knew she’d be.
Every concept of possession rushed into my mind, an almost blinding need to own her. Any man would be a fool not to covet something so magnificent.
My thirst for her refused to be denied.
I hadn’t intended on bothering to find her after the night I’d saved her life. Karma had shoved us together, much like it had on that dark evening. She’d simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time, the scam well known throughout portions of Galicia. Several young women had disappeared during the last few months, all to a slave trading operation the Los Charlines controlled. The thug who’d attacked her had been a high-ranking soldier in charge of the entire process. The Blade, as he was known, was a disturbing piece of shit, enjoying his constant torment of the pretty creatures who lost their freedom.
As I’d known all along, there was no honor in the ugly world of the Los Charlines. They were simply brutal killers, determined to take out not only my family but anyone who stood in the way of building their empire.
I would have great joy in destroying what they believed to belong to them.
Ending the Blade’s wretched life had been a sheer pleasure even though an unplanned kill; one that had created dissention within the ranks, rumors surfacing that a rogue member within the Los Charlines had ordered the hit. Other less powerful clans had smelled blood in the water, circling the city of A Coruna and the outlying areas like piranha. As luck would have it, my actions had presented an even more valuable situation, word on the street indicating Alviro’s return to the area in order to protect his multimillion-dollar operation.
While the rat had yet to surface, I knew it was only a matter of time.
As long as my patience held out.
The beautiful American was nothing more than a distraction I didn’t need, but I found myself unable to resist her. The few minutes spent with her in the bar had stripped me of sanity, pulling me into a web that she likely had no idea surrounded her. Even her statements, so haunting and truthful, had kept me fully aroused, my mind reeling with barbaric hunger. She’d had no way of knowing who she was talking to, the force of evil that had descended on the quaint little town for nefarious reasons.
She wasn’t the kind of girl who’d dare taste the forbidden fruit, yet after struggling for less than a minute, she’d accepted the moment of domination. She was aching inside, curious as to why there was an instant attraction, crackling like a live wire.
I sensed she was wet, the scent of her feminine wiles filling every cell explosively.
Every muscle and tendon in my body had been electrocuted, sizzling my nerve endings with white-hot heat.
The night I’d saved her life, I’d almost taken her, my hunger exploding from the single sight of her. She hadn’t been the frail, helpless creature that I would have anticipated. She’d walked toward the scene, defiance written all over her face. The moment she’d slipped into the café, my adrenaline had increased, my cock twitching as she’d walked closer. I’d even had difficulty breathing, my heart still thudding against my chest wall. I’d never had a reaction of this nature to any woman, my tastes bordering on the taboo with women who surrendered easily.
Willingly.
Obeying my every command.
The majority of both men and women called me a sadist, a man with no heart, no understanding of a conscience. They were all true, terms I usually basked in. But the ugliness that would usually be unfurling at this point was quiet, the beast merely watching and waiting.
Somehow, I knew the American girl would never truly succumb, not unless she had no other choice. However, I would give her a taste that she’d never forget.
Tonight, she belonged to me even if she remained unaware.
Perhaps somewhere in my twisted mind I considered it payment for